Let the ink wander
Wherever it wants
Drunk of freedom's wine

The whole universe
To be its warm homeland
And the sky its limit

Let the paper be
Whiter than sugar
To drive troops of ants

Come over to camp
To take food for winter
And to make the wind angry

Turki Amer
June 1998
Written Originally In Arabic

Here I was born 
Once upon a time

Here I began to learn 
How to fly

Here I fell in love 
With the first rhyme

And here I would like 
Some day to die

Turki Amer
1998
Written Originally In English
*Horfaish: My Home Village

Last night
I saw Almighty God
Sparkling scissors
In his hand
Chasing mad poet
Drown in mud
Wait son
Don't you hear the sound?

Leave the muse
And don't be silly
Look for something
To be done
Who listens to poetry
These days?
Who deals with lines
Of none?

Stop nonesense reading
And writing
Write something to feed
Your purse
If you are brave
Write down a cheque
Never comes back
In reverse

You haven't done
Any thing real
You haven't cured
Any pain
You haven't healed
The world
And you still write
But in vain

The poet said
My Lord the sun
Is still hiding
And night
Is still on the floor
And your son
Is waiting for
A poem's light

Turki Amer
March 1998
Written Originally In Arabic

The moon is still weeping
On his dead day
His grief is as long
As an Indian movie

He sees a ghost
Wandering freely in his home
Wearing a helmet
Like a soldier in a war

The moon is still calling upon
His sister the sun to come
To frighten the ghost
And force him go away

It seems even the sky
Has become the ghost's bed
And the earth alas
Is flying in the air

Turki Amer
October 1997
Written Originally In Arabic